“And you feel it now? Here?” Obi-Wan gave Anakin a concerned look, a brow raised with a pull of question. “That’s. .comforting.” He said, in only the way his sarcasm would allow him to.

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I don’t believe that for a second.

He’s half tempted to reach for his bicep, where The Dark Lord had grazed his saber those months ago - - but this moment is not about him. “How so? Is there any way we can. .calm it?”

Kenobi offered a sympathetic look, the lining of his beard shifted with the curl of his lips. He remembers it too, the slices of Dooku’s saber against his arm and thigh, scars that have healed now but in their time felt like burns that would never close.

Hm, and suppose I happen to be there during one of these. .vibes. What happens then?

“I didn’t mean the robe, Anakin.” Kenobi gestured with his brow - - he knew this was a. .sensitive topic for Anakin. He never wanted to pry, and always deemed with Anakin that whenever Skywalker was ready to let him into secrets or feelings, he would let him do it on his own.

“Anakin.” He said between a sigh. “Let me help you at least, that’s too much cloth for one man to handle.”

So there are plans for it in the future?

I don’t believe I am in need of looking for someone. Why? Are you hiding something?

Not often, no.

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Set after the events of Episode II. This account will follow Obi-Wan up into his transformation to the wise - -

BEN KENOBI.